Allysia

He strode into the hotel with grace, thoroughly tired and still expectant.

Allysia's croons had left him in such a rigid state he couldn't concentrate. It felt like an eternity since he had a woman. A woman who understood what he was. He wasn't a monster. He was just something else.

Maya!

### He clenched his fist, ignoring the receptionist that greeted him by the counter; there was no use in asking where the whore was, he knew. **Room 42** She called it her favorite fun spot. If she wanted fun, then let it begin.

Today, there would be no Maya, he would be back for her later, but now, this was his me time.

Not bothering to knock, he pushed the door open, and his lips stretched. The smile disappeared immediately it appeared.

Allysia was in the room, stretched out on the bed like a cat; she was dressed in lacy lingerie that showed more than it hid. When she saw him, she crawled on all fours to him, her two fingers into his pocket; she made a swipe with her tongue on his zipper